Like some up-ended boulder split in two

POSTED: Thu Jun 01, 2017 10:17 am

OOC: Gaspesia. Lupus form.

IC:

Prey was abundant in the sparse forest, though Dreyma was more interested in the deer tracks than the small voles and lemmings that frequently crossed her path. Long legs stepped over tangles of rotten branches and greenbrier, and she padded across earth spongy with moisture and moss where the canopy fanned out and dappled the forest floor with shadows. A river babbled on the other side of a patch of brush, and she pushed through this, nose emerging on the other side and nostrils flaring as she drew in the scent of deer.

A scrawny young doe lowered her head to drink, pausing every so often to twitch large ears and look out into the growth beyond. Drey crouched and watched her for a few minutes until she stepped back out into the woods, and was quick to follow.

The ensuing chase brought them in a loop through the trees, returning them to the river, where Dreyma leaped and swam. Water rolled off her coat as she turned to face her waterlogged prey, which thrashed until she could lunge—crocodile-like—and get a grip on its neck. The current brought them against a tangle of roots that had slipped down the mudbank in some wild storm, and here Dreyma gained her footing and hauled the half-drowned yearling to the shore.

Here she panted, keeping her paws on the deer’s neck and shoulders until she had the strength to dig teeth into it once again.

POSTED: Tue Jun 20, 2017 10:39 pm

It had taken a few combined means of inspiration to drive Neith from the sanctuary of Salsolan packlands and into the foreign unknown. The last time he had left, a trade arrangement went sour and he scarcely escaped with his life; those at the Salsolan trading post in Portland, where he had grown up, would certainly have been ashamed of him. But the April illness had sparked an interest in medicine within Neith; the Salsolan gardens, enthusiastic ramblings of Ros O’Sionna, and the book in the Salsolan library on basic shipmate first aid only bolstered the fact that Neith felt handed at last a concrete and rational direction in life, and sought at once to nurture this newfound intrigue into a point of utility and a name for himself in the pack of his birth.

He took to the lands beyond the borders to have a closer look at the common flora, and took with him what he could scavenge of paper and lead. To save paper, his drawings and written observations of what he found were tiny to the point of illegibility, and in a satchel he collected samples of leaves, blossoms and seeds and observed their locations. Frankly, he had not even the slightest idea what he was doing, but thought himself on the right track just the same. He would self-teach if he had to, and had to begin somewhere.

But Neith was no fighter, despite the rapier he brandished openly on his belt. He heard the sounds of struggle near the river, slapped together his pages and veered immediately in the opposite direction, only to stumble into the path of predator and prey anyway. Intrigued if only by the ghoulish violence and brutality with which the four-legged woman of nightsky pelt collided with and killed her prey, Neith looked on in silence until the commotion calmed and the deer breathed its last.

“Wow,” he found himself saying, the sound a perplexing mixture of fascination and disgust. She was like an animal, as feral as the bloodied beast in her fangs, and he looked upon her civil and well-dressed in slacks and button-up. Though his temples began to sting with early signals of a migraine, he shook his head and said again, dazed, “Wow.”

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POSTED: Sat Jun 24, 2017 11:18 am

Dreyma dripped as she settled against the body of her prey, whose struggles had ceased as exhaustion and blood loss drained it of the last of its vitality. Licking blood off her whiskers and tasting the river, the wolf fought to regain her breath.

But despite the small catch in her chest, the dark wolf was quick to scrabble to all fours and face off at the silver Luperci who’d emerged from the trees. Diluted blood streamed down the side of the bank, and the loner’s eyes were wild-bright with pride and hunger. All the stranger could say was “wow.”

Uncertain as to the voyeur’s purpose, Dreyma remained crouched over her kill and allowed a wrinkle of impatience to furrow muzzle and brow. “What do you want?” she asked, direct as always.

POSTED: Thu Jun 29, 2017 4:48 pm

Neith hardly meant to offend. He hardly meant to do anything other than be left to sketch and press flowers, in fact, and found himself in delayed recollection of his purpose when the four-legged woman turned on him with suspicion. Despite such display of raw strength and gore he did not fear her as one fears a predator—it was hard to fear much, when true brutality had been exposed to him over time through displays of wit and cunning, as it went in Salsola—but rather, he regarded her as one might gawk at a shooting star, or a creature cloaked in unnatural white and pink hues.

One hand touched as caution at the rapier on his hilt, trusty yet entirely useless, while the other showed its palm to imply peace. "Not your dinner, I assure you. I prefer my meals better seasoned. My name is..."

Scarcely in time Neith realized himself far from home, and covered up the pause by faking disgust at a particular oozing of her kill. "My name is Rust. I'm only here to study the plants, not get in your way." He smiled. "Although you did nearly run me down."

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